Vaudevillain VV4, 30 - Crash Landings

VV4, 30 - Crash Landings

They landed in a heap. Or more of a tumble. Truthfully, Dylans head was spinning too much to get an accurate description of what happened.

The flight itself went well, it was easy enough to fly when all you had to do was keep straight. But as Jack had brought up, none of them knew how to stop.

Pull the brake!

Which ones the brake!

Dude! That was the steering!

Sorry!

Sh*t! Watch out!

And that was when Dylans wing clipped the side of a building, sending the lot of them spinning out of control toward the ground. The player tried to course correct, but only succeeded in causing more trouble. The world beca a blur of gray ground and blue sky before eventually becoming a pile of limbs.

Oros muffled voice brought Dylan out of his recollections. Where did you learn to drive?

He was using Of a Kinds voice. Dylan responded in kind with Approximo. I am sorry, friend. It is the first ti I have flown.

Dude, did anyone get the number of that building? Firestarter said with a laugh. Because I dont think we have insurance.

Get up guys! Gaset said quickly. Our crash brought so attention.

Approximo stood, shifting out of the ss of twisted flying machines. CEOverlords minions gathered around them, their sharpened office supplies ready to cut them down. Gaset had already pulled a hunting rifle out of her pack and was in the process of systematically shooting weapons out of hands. Of a Kind copied stun grenades, tossing them into the crowd to deafening effectiveness.

Firestarter, Mirror Mirror, get going! Gaset shouted. Rember to et up in the coliseum!

You got it, dude! the hero said.

We shall endeavor to bring justice to the villains! Mirror Mirror said.

Of a Kind opened a path. Firestarter and Mirror Mirror ran, sprinting down the winding streets and out of sight.

Right, Approximo get us on the roof, Gaset said.

Okay! the hero answered.

Dylan grabbed his friends and shifted his legs into lamp posts. The three shot up in monts, landing on the roof and gaining a mont of reprieve.

Okay, where to, Aces? Gaset asked.

North, Of a Kind answered, pointing in the direction. First place to be is a Piazza with a million steps.

What heights this Piazza must reach, Approximo said as they set off. A million is such a large number.

Hes exaggerating, Gaset said.

Im not, Of a Kind said. Apparently it was built by so hero big into non-euclidean geotry. The whole thing twists in on itself.

How fun! Approximo said.

We wont be able to linger, Prox, Gaset said.

Not to worry, I shall visit during my vacation, Approximo answered.

The heroes hopped building after building, Approximo sotis shifting to beco a makeshift bridge for the others as they avoided gray mass of minions below. Dylan was surprised, this CEOverlord must have been planning for a while if they had enough minions to block entire streets. A part of him felt a bit bad for moving to interrupt it, but another part argued that as a hero, he should do what he could to stop hostile takeovers of a city.

Plus, it wasnt any fun if your grand plan worked perfectly. Most of the fun ca in improvising.

They arrived at the Piazza without issue, the minions below either too imperceptive or didnt care enough to look on the roof for any stragglers. In fact, the minions seed bent on moving in one direction. Where, Dylan couldnt say.

The Piazza Milioni, or Square of Millions according to the box that appeared, held a number of currently panicked civilians. Surprisingly, most of the civilians were safe, and it was easy to see why at first glance.

Who told you these stairs were non-euclidean? Dylan asked, breaking character for a mont. These are clearly based on M.C. Escher.

The three heroes stood on the edge of the Piazza, a twisting ss of stairs leading down into a courtyard below. The civilians currently sat in the courtyard, CEOverlords minions all around them on the stairs. Except as Dylan watched, each step the minions took brought them in a direction away from the courtyard below. What seed to be a step down would bring a minion to the left, and if they tried to backtrack the minion found themselves upside down under a completely different set of stairs.

My head hurts, Jack said. Who thought this would be a good idea?

Oro was the only one who stayed in character. Its saving the civilians. We wont have to worry about them at least. Now, help find out first villain.

Jack fell back into the conversation, grateful for the distraction. What are we looking for?

A villain nad Turvy should be here, Of a Kind said. Intel says they like stealing from a nearby store.

The hero scanned the Piazza. There, that one.

The others turned to see a Greco-Roman inspired building across the way. The pillars, usually white under most circumstances, were painted in various swirls of color, no doubt for the various parade celebrations.

Great, how are we getting over there? Gaset asked. If you didnt notice, the only way is the one in front of us. And I dont think we have the ti to navigate this black hole of stairs.

As long as Prox can make us a bridge well be fine, Of a Kind said. The weird field ssing with the stairs is only active up to a point. All we have to do is go over.

I can do that, Approximo said. With his vantage point on the roof, the hero was able to shift into a particularly long wall that let them traverse over the ss of stairs below.

Of a Kind stopped in front of the building and turned. Okay, according to my contacts, Turvy likes showing up when soone makes friends with the owner of this place. The villain likes to accost them.

Why? Approximo asked.

Turvy is sothing of a Scoody villain, Of a Kind said. They try to scare away custors so the store owner has to sell his property cheap.

What a vile villain, Approximo said. Interfering with these good people.

Which is why were going to bait him into the coliseum, Of a Kind said.

Prox, I think youd be best for making friends with this store owner, Gaset said. Youve got the best personality out of the three of us.

No, friends, you are equally as friendly as I, Approximo said. Do not trade your height for these bad thoughts.

What? Of a Kind asked.

I think hes saying we shouldnt sell ourselves short, Gaset said.

Yes! Of a Kind exclaid. I do not wish for you to sell pieces of yourself.

Another expression, Prox, Of a Kind said. But outside of your personality, youre also the best at protecting. You can shift into a big wall to block attacks and such.

You make sense, Approximo said. Very well I shall talk to this store owner.

Without further ado, Approximo walked into the store with a hearty, Hello there! I am here to make friends and possibly purchase many of your fine goods!

An old man turned to look toward the door. He was old, wrinkled worse than a raisin and hair that had returned from the afterlife to haunt the mans head. The wisps of hair floated every which way in the small breeze from the door before settling into thin lines.

Ah, so nice to see a new face, the old man said. His voice, unlike his hair, seed very much alive and well. A booming voice better suited to a wrestling announcer greeted Approximo. Welco to Gios Souvenirs and Haberdashery. Are you looking for anything in particular?

Not as such, Approximo said, walking up to the counter. The heros eyes darted around as he walked, taking in the various items on display. Dylan couldnt help but feel he was in so kind of tourist shop. One of the ones a visitor to a city might find on the street corner.

Tacky models of the various sights in Aeterna littered the shelves, placed in haphazard lines. Shirts with, I heart Aeterna, sat in racks, along with various other slogans. Past the shirts were the tchotchkes, which were sohow worse than souvenir trinkets. At least souvenir trinkets had the decency to look like sothing youd put in a living room.

Dylan grabbed one of the tchotchkes, a rendition of the Piazza outside. It looked to be carved out of soap. He sniffed it. It slled like it was carved out of soap too.

This looks delightful! Dylan said as his character. Whoever made this has such charm!

Made it myself! Gio said, puffing his chest out in pride. Carved it out of a soft stone soone gave the other day! Told it had magical powers!

Truly? Approximo asked. What powers, exactly?

Holding it close to your chest lets you feel your hearbeat, Gio answered. Very useful.

It sounds it, Approximo said. Dylan did his best to act impressed. You must be a great master craftsman to carve this.

I get by, Gio said, though his tone sounded nothing like the humble words. Is that all youre wanting for today?

To be honest, Approximo said. I would love to learn more about your process here. I have a number of friends who would love to purchase items like these.

Is that so! Gio said with excitent. It seems like business is going to pick up again, then! Been too long. Too long indeed!

Dylan looked around. Those words were exactly the kind of thing said before a villain showed up to ruin the fun. Sure enough, a portion of the store suddenly twisted sideways into a door. A striped costu walked out of it, Dylan unable to tell which side was up.

So, you still havent given up, have you? the villain said with a sigh. No matter. It is only a matter of ti before youre store is mine.

You again! Gio shouted. Get out! Youll never get my store from , villain!

Approximo reacted at those words. Villain?

He wants my store, he does! Gio shouted. Well, he aint gonna get it! Not if I have anything to say about it!

A prompt appeared in Dylans vision.

Assist Gio in repelling the villains Turvy?

Yes

No

Got it, Dylan said.